I tore my leg out of it’s socket today. You would think it might have been from the twenty minutes I spent doing mountain climbers, or the hour of boxing, or maybe even rolling over the hood of my car trying to get away from the mob. All valid excuses and I’m sore from all of those, but I really did some damage when I bent over to pick up the M&M I dropped. I didn’t think before I leapt into action, I just couldn’t risk it rolling under my desk or beneath my dresser. I couldn’t take the chance. I’m at least 80% sure that was dust and not cat litter.
In other news, I’m too lazy to do laundry so shorts it is! Fifty degrees can be beautiful providing the wind doesn’t blow over 2mph.
I’m burping up Chinese food, that means it’s time for bed.
Until next time, my bodacious breadcrumbs!